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Show The Disabled Sister of Mercy. When twilight, as a Curtaiu gray, drops on a garish world. And, like a wearv bird, the dav its busv - wing hath furl'd;. .: In a dim corner of her cell, she loves to kneel apart. And go in spirit through', the land, compassionate com-passionate of heart, To view upon their squalid beds the lonely lone-ly sick and poor. Who ianguish in their wretchedness without with-out a hope of cure; To visit In their dreary cells the prisoners forlorn, (Alas! for some of them 'twere .well they ,aiever 'had -been born-! . And7, ' as she-, kneels; beside each bed. Love's viewless xlmoocr, Or sits in fancy by the side of each loiie prisoner. She worships in cacli suff'ring one with all his ills or aches, " Him who was stricken for our sins and wounded for our sakes. From out each captive's' mournful face she sees the features shine Of Him who for love became a Prisoner Prison-er Divine! What 'wonder,' then, 'that, softly, in the pauses of her prayer. It should be given her to hear a tender Voice declare; "Since in thy days of youth and strength thou didst these deeds sublime Unto the least of these poor wrecks of sorrow or of crime; , "Thy Snouse and Savour. Christ the Lord, shall call thee by thy iiame. And in His day, before the whole assembled assem-bled world exclaim:- -- " 'Oh! come, My Father's blessed one, to me . . Sick was I, and a Prisoner, and thou hast Heaven's eternity - Eleanor C. Donnelly. , |